Poem by Elinor Wylie

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Now shall the long homesickness have an end
Upon your heart, which is a part of all
The past no human creature may recall
Save you, who are persuasive to unbend
The brows of death, and name him for a friend:
This ecstasy is supernatural;
I have survived to see the heavens fall
Into my hands, which on your hands depend.

Time has prepared us an enduring bed
Within the earth of this beloved land;
And, lying side by side and hand in hand,
We sleep coeval with the happy dead
Who are ourselves, a little earlier bound
To one another's bosom in the ground.

1. I Have Believed That I Prefer to Live
2. Would I Might Make Subliminal My Flesh
3. Now Am I Orson to Your Valentine
4. Children and Dogs Are Subject to My Power
5. The Pekingese

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